This is pronounced “Mallapar,” (actually, more like Maly-par, sez a franco friend) for you non French-speakers. (I am almost a non-French speaker, by the way, despite spending all this time in Montreal). But in my anglo heart, I still see it as “Male-Part.”
I’m sure he was a worthy gentleman, but I’m happy they didn’t rename my street, Rouen, after him.
Anyhow, I was sitting in the park this afternoon, drawing things. This is the sports centre near my place, on rue Ontario. People were throwing a football outside. Once I would have worried that they were going to hit me, but now my thought was, “gee, I wish I could be out there throwing a football.”